Zhu Zhuqing Was an Incomparably Good Cat

The Shrek Seven Monsters, who would one day become famous across the Douluo Continent, had been crippled by Qiangu Aoshi before this group had even officially debuted.

Zhu Zhuqing had followed Qiangu Aoshi and become an obedient pet.

As for the other six...

On the official road beneath the night sky, several overlapping shadows staggered onward.

Ma Hongjun carried Dai Mubai on his back, endlessly muttering under his breath.

"Boss Dai, why did you take all that stuff my teacher taught us seriously?"

"Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocrities, but that doesn't mean you should provoke everyone."

"Now that your martial soul has been taken, you'll be useless from now on. You should've lowered your head back then. She was only a woman—what was the big deal?"

"I dropped to my knees fast enough. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine now."

On Ma Hongjun's back, Dai Mubai stared with a pair of lifeless, dead-fish eyes.

He could no longer feel the White Tiger martial soul that had once obeyed his every command.

Having lost his identity as a soul master, what could he possibly have left?

Dai Mubai was filled with despair. Beyond that despair was hatred—hatred for Qiangu Aoshi and hatred for Zhu Zhuqing.

His voice was weak, yet it carried a gritted-teeth venom.

"I hate this... I'll destroy Spirit Hall at any cost."

"Fatty, you'll help me, right?"

The fat on Ma Hongjun's body trembled, and he nearly threw Dai Mubai off his back.

Dai Mubai wanted to die, but he did not.

Oscar carried Tang San on his back, but his gaze kept drifting toward Ning Rongrong on Xiao Wu's back.

His eyes were full of concern, yet he could not help thinking, Ning Rongrong has suffered such a huge blow. If I take this chance to show her some concern, maybe I'll have an opportunity to win the beauty's heart.

As for Tang San, he had already awakened, but his condition was much the same as Dai Mubai's.

Qiangu Aoshi had exposed his Tang Sect secret arts. Tang San now wanted nothing more than to eat Qiangu Aoshi's flesh and drink his blood.

He had begun cultivating at the age of three and had cultivated for nine years.

The results of those nine years of cultivation had all vanished from his body.

His soul power, once at level 29, was now only around level 21.

If he had to start cultivating from scratch, when would he ever recover it all?

His tone brimmed with bone-deep hatred.

"Boss Dai, I'll help you."

"My teacher is Yu Xiaogang, the Grandmaster whose fame shakes the continent, known as unmatched in theory."

"He'll definitely know what happened to us. Why could Qiangu Aoshi's staff knock out your martial soul? Why could it knock out my Tang Sect secret arts?"

"I believe Teacher will definitely be able to help us take back what we lost."

"That Qiangu Aoshi must die a miserable death. I'll use the fiercest, most poisonous venom to make his intestines rot through and his organs turn into putrid blood..."

"The Tang Sect secret arts must be recovered!!"

A sharp light burst from Dai Mubai's eyes. Though he had never heard the name Yu Xiaogang, this "Grandmaster whose fame shakes the continent," Tang San admired him so highly, so he surely possessed extraordinary abilities.

"Good brother, then hurry and invite your teacher over. If he can help me recover, I'm willing to take him as my teacher too."

"If he can help me get revenge, I'll appoint him Imperial Preceptor of the Star Luo Empire in the future. I'm a prince of the Star Luo Empire. I have the right to inherit the throne."

As a feudal remnant, Tang San possessed an innate reverence for imperial power.

Tang San's tone was exceedingly polite.

"I'll write him a letter when we get back."

Ning Rongrong shrieked sharply. As the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had never suffered such a terrible loss.

She was the "Little Witch."

"Count me in! I'll contact Father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone. He dared to steal my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul—I'll make sure he dies a miserable death! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will never let him go!"

"And that bitch Zhu Zhuqing! She and Qiangu Aoshi are in league with each other. I'll make them pay!"

Dai Mubai and Tang San looked at each other, both seeing delight in the other's eyes.

With the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect joining them, their revenge plan would definitely proceed much more smoothly.

Could Qiangu Aoshi truly not guess their little schemes?

Anyone could figure it out with their toes.

Having had their martial souls stolen, these people would certainly try every possible means to retaliate.

Qiangu Aoshi was waiting for their revenge. They were all experience packs delivering themselves to his door.

Let us turn to the other side!

A hotel room in a small town!

Qiangu Aoshi sat cross-legged on the bed. Rather than cultivating his usual meditation technique, he cultivated the newly acquired Mysterious Heaven Technique.

The Mysterious Heaven Technique truly deserved to be called an authentic, superior Daoist cultivation method.

Compared to his meditation technique, its cultivation efficiency was thirty percent higher.

When he circulated all his soul power through the Mysterious Heaven Technique once, it felt as though a soft pop sounded within his body.

His soul power rose from level 52 to level 53.

Qiangu Aoshi opened his eyes, divine light gleaming within them.

"What a fine technique. But why would this authentic, superior Daoist inner cultivation art appear in the Tang Sect? So hard to guess!"

"And the Purple Demon Eye..."

A trace of violet flashed through Qiangu Aoshi's eyes. The Subtle realm that Tang San had only reached after nine years of cultivation now belonged to Qiangu Aoshi.

Was this not another form of cuckolding?

∑(O_O;)

Tang San had painstakingly worked at the Purple Demon Eye for nine years before reaching the Subtle realm, yet Qiangu Aoshi had cuckolded it away with a single strike of his staff.

He only felt that everything in his vision had been magnified. Even a tiny speck of dust became crystal clear in his eyes.

"So this is the Purple Demon Eye at the Subtle realm. Once I find a chance to consume the Dew of Yearning Heartbroken, I'll be able to break through from the Subtle realm into the Mustard Seed realm."

"And the Mysterious Jade Hand, Crane Control, Dragon Capture, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track..."

Qiangu Aoshi raised both hands. With a circulation of soul power, his hands became coated in icy white, gleaming as translucent as jade.

His hands were now as hard as steel and immune to all poisons.

These were more secret arts Tang San had painstakingly cultivated, and they now belonged to Qiangu Aoshi.

He curled his palm into a claw and grabbed at the cup on the table. An invisible force wound around it, and the cup flew toward Qiangu Aoshi.

Qiangu Aoshi stepped with Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, darting forward like a phantom and steadily catching the flying cup in his hand.

A teasing, amused smile curled across his lips.

"The next time I see Tang San, I'll have to thank him properly. After all, the Tang Sect secret arts he cultivated are truly useful."

"And the Hundred Solutions to Hidden Weapons..."

"For mechanical hidden weapons, I can recruit the master craftsman Lou Gao of Gengxin City in the future and have him manufacture them."

"For technique-based hidden weapons, Guanyin's Tears and Bodhi Blood, I can practice them seriously. Tang San could even slay gods with those two hidden weapons."

The gods of the Douluo Continent were indeed somewhat pathetic.

They could actually be injured by hidden weapons wielded by mortals.

Qian Renxue was exactly who he meant.

"And the medicinal poison chapters. Now I can go to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well."

With a creak, the door was pushed open!

Having just bathed, her hair still damp, Zhu Zhuqing entered wearing a purple nightgown, her cheeks flushed red.

When she looked at Qiangu Aoshi, her eyes were filled with gratitude.

After absorbing Dai Mubai's soul power orb, she had broken through from level 27 soul power to level 28.

The soul power orb had not yet been fully refined, but she was confident that she could break through to the level 30 soul power bottleneck within the next half month.

All of this was because of Qiangu Aoshi.

When Qiangu Aoshi looked her way, she lowered her head shyly, nearly burying her face in her chest.

Qiangu Aoshi's eyes were full of astonishment.

Such a bosom was truly mouthwatering.

He walked forward, embraced Zhu Zhuqing, and buried his head in those surging waves.

Qiangu Aoshi declared that Zhu Zhuqing was an incomparably good cat.